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Terrible Openings I Paid For

Posted on April 26, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

The opening of a book should break the reader apart completely – they should scream as another world bursts into the vacuum of reality. I push my paperback into my rucksack – I don’t care if the pages get damaged. … Continue reading →

Posted in Snapshots | Tagged abreaction, autobiography, Benjamin F Jones, bitter bunny, bitterness, book life, book torture, boredom, coffee, Creative writing, disappointing book, disappointment, graphite bunny, mental health, moon, short prose, sketch, snapshot, train, trains | Leave a comment

The answer exists

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

There are three stages to the day and I’m at the first. The sun hasn’t woken but I eat full breakfast and coffee. Advertising agents gather up punters and rub nettles on their genitals. There’s frost on the beer pumps … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged aniseed, at the bottom of the next one, barman, Benjamin F Jones, creative prose, Creative writing, drinking, fiction, graphite bunny, guns made of carbon, human condition, modern life, my life through the eyes of someone else, pub bunny, pub life, short prose, terrorists, terrorists among us, three stages to the day, triptych, tumble inn pontypridd, viewpoint, viewpoints, work life | 2 Comments

Nose to nose with her rabbit

Posted on April 1, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

It’s five-thirty in the morning. The rooks scream but I cannot see them, their sounds are vaccinations in the mist. The terraces are unlit but at one window I see a face. A young girl stares out, arms a triangle … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash, Snapshots | Tagged before sunup, Benjamin F Jones, brief prose, bus travel, creative prose, Creative writing, dream writing, dreaming bunny, dreams about slugs, flash, graphite bunny, how dreams are made, rabbit, Rhondda, rooks, salt, short prose, slugs, stagecoach 132, stagecoach 132 ynyshir, surreal, terraces, Ynyshir, young girl awake | Leave a comment

She Smiles for the First Time

Posted on February 19, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

The bar is sepia but satellite brings a slice of real life as two supporters wait for kick-off and organise drinks. They have a young girl with them who fidgets until she spills her cola. When the barman brings her … Continue reading →

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Catch the smell of burning sperm cells

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

I exchange consent for horse tranquiliser and take a seat in the waiting room. Wednesday is mayhem in Ashgrove Surgery. The vasectomy clinic collides with toddler immunisation. The furnishings are tacky with drooling infants but examples of bad parenting mellow … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash, Humour, Prose | Tagged absurd, absurd prose, ashgrove surgery, Benjamin F Jones, consent form, creative prose, Creative writing, fire ants, flash, friday, graphite bunny, horse tranquiliser, Humour, minor operation, pontyrpidd, short prose, snapshot, sterilisation, sterilised bunny, the chop, the snip, toddler immunisation clinic, vasectomy, vasectomy clinic ashgrove, vivisection | 8 Comments

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Terrible Openings I Paid For

The answer exists

Nose to nose with her rabbit

She Smiles for the First Time

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